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Authors: T J West
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heavily gaze at her. “Harmony…..music off my tongue,” I slowly purr. I suddenly yank her from the waist and sweep her inside my apartment, making her gasp from my abrupt move. I kick the door shut from behind me and push her up against it, smelling the side of her neck. She’s intoxicatingly sweet, I want to devour her.
She has hold of my shoulders and pushes me to arm's length. “Danny, no. I’m here to listen remember?” She’s breathing hard and licks her plump, nude lips.
Damn. “You’re no fun,” I smirk.
She straightens her sweater and wipes away the wisps of hair from her face and clears her throat. “That’s what I’ve been told,” she mumbles.
I grab her hand and lead her to my couch. “Talk...what shall we talk about?” I take the bottle of vodka and take a swig of it. I offer her a taste, but she shakes her head no.
“No. You talk. I listen,” she firmly reminds me again. Fuck.
I rest my back against the cushions, turn to face her so I can see straight into those coffee colored eyes. I rest my leg upon my knee, cross my arms and bluntly ask, “Why the fuck didn’t you tell me you were into him?” I sound like a complete jerk.
At first Harmony is thrown off, not expecting me to say what comes out of my mouth, but then she quickly resumes her composure and licks those damn lips again. “First of all I don’t think it’s any of your business who I date. Second, Wayne - “
“Fucking Wayne,” I scoff, not giving her a chance to finish. I turn away and face the bottle of vodka - I so want to pick it up and guzzle it down - then lay my head back and stare at the ceiling. I want to fall asleep, but the closeness of Harmony’s presence consumes me and keeps me awake.
“How come you’re not out with the guys?”
“Didn’t want to go out.”
“So you’re here listening to Christmas songs instead?”
“Tryin’ to get into the spirit.” I look at her with a drunken smirk. “Wanna get into the spirit with me?” I try to touch her thigh, but she moves it in an instant. Damn.
“I’m not much of a Christmas spirit sort of person,” she ends with a shrug.
I continue to look at her face. My eyelids are heavy, but I can’t stop staring at her. She’s being shy with me, maybe because I am coming on to her and she doesn’t know how to handle it. She tucks a piece of hair behind her ear and slightly moves her eyes to mine and grins. A fucking beautiful grin; I see a dimple on her left cheek that I hadn’t noticed before. It’s a little dip I want to sink my tongue in. Instead I slowly put my finger on the dimple and lightly rub it. Her cheeks immediately turn bright pink, making her even more beautiful. I could definitely stare at her all night if she gave me the chance to do so.
As I keep my finger on her dimple and my head on the cushion, she bites her lip. I know she’s feeling something, she can’t hide it, but she’s being exceptionally stubborn and playing hard to get. She blinks, like the realization of getting too close to me will some how ruin things between her and Wayne. Fucking Wayne. Why him? So she gently takes my finger away from her face, and tucks her legs underneath herself. I lazily give her a half grin.
I feel the need to play my guitar and to strum along with the Christmas tunes, hoping to lighten up the mood. It’s leaning against the arm cushion of the couch behind her. I’ll joke around and pretend I can’t get reach it. I need to loosen her up. I outstretch my arm and put a strain in my voice, “Hand me my guitar will ya? Can’t. Reach. It.”
She giggles, “Dork,” and her face instantly lights up. That giggle….hot damn I love to hear it more often.
After she hands it to me, I rest it on my chest and softly play along with the song, Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas. I am such a sap when it comes to this shit, maybe it’s the vodka that’s making me this way? However, I am curious to know why she isn’t into the holiday.
She has hold of my shoulders and pushes me to arm's length. “Danny, no. I’m here to listen remember?” She’s breathing hard and licks her plump, nude lips.
Damn. “You’re no fun,” I smirk.
She straightens her sweater and wipes away the wisps of hair from her face and clears her throat. “That’s what I’ve been told,” she mumbles.
I grab her hand and lead her to my couch. “Talk...what shall we talk about?” I take the bottle of vodka and take a swig of it. I offer her a taste, but she shakes her head no.
“No. You talk. I listen,” she firmly reminds me again. Fuck.
I rest my back against the cushions, turn to face her so I can see straight into those coffee colored eyes. I rest my leg upon my knee, cross my arms and bluntly ask, “Why the fuck didn’t you tell me you were into him?” I sound like a complete jerk.
At first Harmony is thrown off, not expecting me to say what comes out of my mouth, but then she quickly resumes her composure and licks those damn lips again. “First of all I don’t think it’s any of your business who I date. Second, Wayne - “
“Fucking Wayne,” I scoff, not giving her a chance to finish. I turn away and face the bottle of vodka - I so want to pick it up and guzzle it down - then lay my head back and stare at the ceiling. I want to fall asleep, but the closeness of Harmony’s presence consumes me and keeps me awake.
“How come you’re not out with the guys?”
“Didn’t want to go out.”
“So you’re here listening to Christmas songs instead?”
“Tryin’ to get into the spirit.” I look at her with a drunken smirk. “Wanna get into the spirit with me?” I try to touch her thigh, but she moves it in an instant. Damn.
“I’m not much of a Christmas spirit sort of person,” she ends with a shrug.
I continue to look at her face. My eyelids are heavy, but I can’t stop staring at her. She’s being shy with me, maybe because I am coming on to her and she doesn’t know how to handle it. She tucks a piece of hair behind her ear and slightly moves her eyes to mine and grins. A fucking beautiful grin; I see a dimple on her left cheek that I hadn’t noticed before. It’s a little dip I want to sink my tongue in. Instead I slowly put my finger on the dimple and lightly rub it. Her cheeks immediately turn bright pink, making her even more beautiful. I could definitely stare at her all night if she gave me the chance to do so.
As I keep my finger on her dimple and my head on the cushion, she bites her lip. I know she’s feeling something, she can’t hide it, but she’s being exceptionally stubborn and playing hard to get. She blinks, like the realization of getting too close to me will some how ruin things between her and Wayne. Fucking Wayne. Why him? So she gently takes my finger away from her face, and tucks her legs underneath herself. I lazily give her a half grin.
I feel the need to play my guitar and to strum along with the Christmas tunes, hoping to lighten up the mood. It’s leaning against the arm cushion of the couch behind her. I’ll joke around and pretend I can’t get reach it. I need to loosen her up. I outstretch my arm and put a strain in my voice, “Hand me my guitar will ya? Can’t. Reach. It.”
She giggles, “Dork,” and her face instantly lights up. That giggle….hot damn I love to hear it more often.
After she hands it to me, I rest it on my chest and softly play along with the song, Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas. I am such a sap when it comes to this shit, maybe it’s the vodka that’s making me this way? However, I am curious to know why she isn’t into the holiday.
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